The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou also helped him analyze: "Although we have the upper hand now and have a price advantage, as more people do it in the future, this price will definitely drop. But as long as we can continue to make better products, people will be willing to spend more money to buy them."

Ali has not been selling glutinous rice cakes for nothing these days. He has gradually figured out some tricks. His grandfather's craftsmanship is good, but without the styles that Ming Youyou provided, he is afraid that he would not even be able to earn enough money to buy a bamboo basket or backpack.

He nodded immediately and said, "From now on, we will do whatever you ask us to do."

"But bamboo is used up too quickly recently, and we don't have much left at home. Grandpa said we need to choose bamboo that is particularly tough, so we have to go to the top of the mountain to find it." Ali said enthusiastically, "I'll ask Yanhan and the others to go up the mountain with me tomorrow."

He patted the silver hidden in front of his chest and said, "We won't let them work for nothing. We'll pay them daily. When they come back, they can ask their uncles and aunts to help split the bamboo. You don't have to worry about anything and just weave it well at home. In this way, we can produce another set in a few days, and then we can get another tael of silver, hehehe..."

Grandpa Tong couldn't stand his grandson daydreaming, so he waved his pipe and hit him, "The kids are just looking for something new. Once the excitement wears off, I'm afraid they won't be so interested anymore. You should sell glutinous rice cakes well. The food business may be small but it can last a long time. If you dare to stop this main business, I will give you a slap in the face."

Ming Youyou thought it made sense. Everyone likes to follow the trend. When the trend passes, the things you bought may just be left in the corner and gather dust. Just like the sandbags she sold before, now except for the seniors in the Cuju team, few people still wear them.

But if we can find many seniors who play Cuju... Ming Youyou rolled his eyes and looked at Grandpa Tong, "Do you want to cooperate with Jinxiufang? They can help us find more customers and then calculate the money based on the commission. Or you can sell your products to them. Although you may not be able to sell them at a high price, it is safer and you can get the deposit in advance. It will not be in vain."

Grandpa Tong's mind moved, but he didn't say anything. He had always been opposed to the cooperation with Shanxia. When Yuxiang and the other children took the dyed cloth to Jinxiufang, he had poured cold water on them. Now it was his turn... Grandpa Tong felt a little painful on his face.

The old man returned home in silence and did not leave the house for several days. Ali thought he was tired, so he picked some herbs and boiled them in front of the door.

The people in the village smelled the medicine and knew that grandpa was sick, so they went to visit him in groups. They found that although the old man kept saying that he was not feeling well, his face was rosy and he was full of energy. He also ordered a lot of bamboo from them.

Yuxiang asked her father in confusion, "What do you think Grandpa is saying? The cough sounds fake. It's been going on for several days, and you didn't even go to see him."

"I can't treat illnesses, so it's useless for me to go. Besides, he's not waiting for me," the leader shook his head and laughed, "Grandpa Tong probably has figured it out, but he made such a big fuss before, and he's a face-saver, so he needs someone to give him a way out."

Grandpa Tong glanced out the window, took the medicine that his grandson handed over to him with a worried look, frowned and drank two sips under Ali's expectant gaze.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that the medicine I took this time is much more bitter than before.

He once again cast his gaze towards the yard, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he urged his grandson, "Your Qing Grandpa is here, go open the door quickly."

When Ali brought his people in, he found that his grandfather seemed like a different person.

Mingming was walking around the room swiftly just now, but now he was lying on the bed covered with a thick quilt, holding the medicine bowl tremblingly, and sighed to Grandpa Qing: "You are finally here, I thought you went down the mountain to make money and didn't care about the lives of the people in the village."

Grandpa Qing snorted, "I asked my son to check on your condition a long time ago. Although his prescriptions are not very good, he can still feel the pulse accurately. Let me tell you, the herbs your grandson collected in the mountains were all recommended by me."

Grandpa Tong immediately understood and put the medicine bowl in his hand heavily on the table, "Okay, you did it on purpose, didn't you? I was wondering why this medicine is so much more bitter than usual."

"Who told you to pretend to be sick? You are old, why can't you just say what you want to say? You are playing such a childish trick. You deserve to drink a few more bowls of bitter medicine soup."

Grandpa Tong stopped talking and stared at Ali until he left the room. Then he stammered, "I just can't save face."

"Which is more important, face or the future of your children and grandchildren? I think you are really going backwards as you grow older. You have also gone down the mountain to see it these days, so I want to ask you, is it good to make money?"

Of course that's good. Grandpa Tong couldn't help but touch the mattress under him. The hard silver was hidden inside. He felt that he slept sweetly every day lying on the silver.

But he was still hesitant in his heart, "Ah Qing, if we take this step wrong, will our ancestors blame us when we get to the underworld?"

Grandpa Qing sighed, "I know you are in charge of the sacrifices, and you value the promises you made to your ancestors more than anyone else, but we are old now, and since we can't see what is at the end of this road, we shouldn't stop the young people from breaking out."

"There are not so many safe things in this world. We are staying in the village, so we have to be on guard against torrential rain and earth-shaking torrents." Grandpa Qing took out the wine that Grandpa Tong had hidden and poured himself a glass.

"Most people in our village are illiterate. The deeds of our ancestors are passed down from generation to generation, but how much of it is forgotten? Not to mention the children, even in our generation, who can remember much about their grandfather's time? It's not like the villages down the mountain, where people have family trees and chronicles, and can find out what happened many generations ago."

He drank another cup and continued, "They have the money to worship their ancestors every year, making it as lively as a temple fair, so that their children and grandchildren can remember where their roots are in the joyous celebration. Do you think we can do that?"

These words aroused Grandpa Tong's deepest worries, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Grandpa Qing quietly took the wine gourd he had brought with him and went out, and said to Ali who had been eavesdropping outside the door, "Your grandpa has agreed to go down the mountain, but you'd better bring people to beg tomorrow."

Ali thought of his grandfather's face-saving character, and understood instantly. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will call all the young men in the village tomorrow."

A few days later, a grand ceremony was held in the village. Since everyone had made some money recently, the ceremony was particularly lively. The elders looked up at the clear blue sky, lowered their heads to look at the children running around, and said cheerfully, "May our ancestors bless us. This is a good omen. Let's go down the mountain today."